“Like what you see, Dr. Avari?” I arched my back letting my less than impressive breasts fill his vision.
“I like everything I see.” His right palm cupped me and his thumb rubbed over my nipple in a circle that evoked a groan I couldn’t hold back. He must have been the devil in disguise. A do-gooder by day and sexual torturer by night. “I know when to relinquish control like earlier, but I want it back you saucy girl.” His hand moved to my other breast giving it equal attention followed by a little stinging pinch that thrilled me.
“You can have whatever you want, just don’t stop that.”
He leaned over me kissing my mouth chastely before whispering, “I warned you, Dana.”
He rolled a condom down his length and used his knee to spear my legs open wider. My hands reached for his shoulders to give me something to hold onto. My stomach clenched and fluttered. I had a feeling this was going to be a bumpy ride with the heat in his eyes and the determined cut of his jaw nudging my head to side as he stole kisses along my collarbone.
“You smell so fucking delicious.” He nipped. He licked. He rubbed his length down my center teasing. He kissed until I couldn’t silence the moans. Inwardly I cursed myself for waiting, for being shy, for not realizing we could have had this sooner. I wanted everything he could give me.
“Give it to me hard the first time. I can’t wait.” I panted easing my hips up until my open lips kissed the heavy jut of his cock that rested at my entrance. His weight left me dizzy with anticipation and I felt more than I actually saw his smile in the dark.
“Not until you’re begging me.” He rotated his hips canting forward so that his dick slapped my center this time. I couldn’t find my purchase to force him inside because his hand grabbed both of mine holding me down. I wasn’t panicked and the feeling of his full hard body holding me prone released a pressure inside my chest I hadn’t known I’d been holding all this time. I could let go with him and I knew he’d keep me safe.
“That’s it. Give in Dana.” He rested his hips in the cradle of mine, his root heavy and thick pulsing against me.
“Why does this feel so right?” I pleaded giving him a part of me I didn’t know I had tucked away, a part that screamed submissive after a hard day’s work when I floated into the ether of confusion and unfulfilled needs. How had I missed his dominant nature? It had been staring me right in the face unapologetically all this time.
“You need this release. I’ll give it to you.” He balanced his weight on his left elbow, his left hand holding both mine overhead forcing my back to arch up into him connecting the space between our skin from chest to thighs. His right hand leaned down and picked up my right thigh opening me up to him like a night flower begging for the moon to quench my thirst for light.
“Please, Brandon.” I begged nearly biting through my lip with desire. He thrust forward impaling me hard and I tasted the rusty evidence of my excitement. I shifted up and my fingers reached the metal railing of his headboard where he let go of my hands.
“Hold on, beautiful.” He withdrew only to move forward again driving me deeper into the bedding. My fingers wrapped around mental, my nails biting into my palms. If I could have sunk into the floor, I would have replete and boneless on his subsequent thrusts. His dick pulsed inside me hitting a space that was reserved for the man I knew I would someday love. Somehow, maybe drunk on watered down sangria and sustained with charred brisket I knew that Brandon Avari was that man.
I knew he couldn’t possibly feel the way I did so soon but his canting hips and groans of intelligible words into my ear lead me to believe he could get there someday too. Was it crazy to feel this much so fast? I didn’t know and I didn’t care.
“Harder.” I cried when he went too soft dragging his flesh against me teasing.
“More.” I begged when he slammed back in pinning me down holding me still.
“Faster.” I keened when he made to withdraw and deny me.
He laughed softly shaking against me. Brandon kissed my cheek chastely while he eagerly defiled other parts of me too frantic to take it all.
“You’ll get what you get and you won’t get upset, little girl.” He taunted, grinding his jaw, and constantly keeping me on the edge never going over. My body slicked with sweat thrashed desperately begging him to let me finish. He controlled my orgasm like he controlled my breath. I greedily sucked in oxygen not disappointed.
“Please, I’m so close. I’m right there.” Tears leaked, my hands released the headboard and fisted in the sheets. My nails cratered half-moons in my palms clutching on to my sanity and four hundred threat count sateen sheets.
“Take it Dana. Take what I give you.” His hips rolled and my eyes followed unable to stop the onslaught of emotion that chased the physical response. Barely tethered to this world, I slipped unconscious as my orgasm ate up the light giving me satisfaction in the darkness.
4
Brandon
She was cute when lulled by the unexpected sub-drop. Her chest fluttered filling with air on shaky exhales. Her hard nipples pressed against my chest. Her cheeks flushed letting me feel every curve of her body now placid in the bedding and coated in cooling sweat. I rolled over taking her with me and holding her in the crook of my arms flicking the covers over us. I rubbed her back in soft slow strokes bringing her back to me.
“Dana.” She mumbled incoherently and I didn’t want to disturb her but I needed to wrap her in warm blankets and get her some food and water for when she came to. I wondered what would happen if we ventured deeper into the lifestyle of control and pleasure I dabbled in if this was her response to barely rough sex. Spankings might be earth shattering and the thought left me curious to explore another time.
I slipped from the bed to get what I needed to care for her properly before returning to the bedroom. I switched off the house lights I had missed on our initial entrance inside.
I wasn’t gone more than a few minutes when I heard her snoring softly. I kneed back into the bed slipping in to cradle her from behind. “Sweetheart.” She nuzzled deeper into my arms and I rubbed her wrists checking her pulse out of habit. I inspected the curved indents of her fingers nails in the flesh of her palms to make sure no sore spots erupted from our earlier proclivities.
“Mmm, not sure I want to wake up if this is a dream doctor.”
“No dream, it was very, very real. You’re experiencing something called sub-drop and I need to make sure you eat and hydrate while you get back to normal.”
“I thought you had spank me for that?” Her words slurred and I huffed.